Weeping

Weeping fever A sickness parallel of self Guilted, I shed my skin Again Guilted, I shed my skin Marred by doubt's stain Endless comparisons A waning dissonance In the echo of the dull hum I writhe at it's jarring momentum As I gaze into this sea of frowns The bruising is never enough This sedating possession It's all so nauseating Marred by doubts stain Unable to understand The unending weight digging in Continuously Yielding nothing Marred by doubts stain Consumed by choice Consumed by choice I become entranced in it's glory Sang to me In somber hums Weeping